a little hope, a poem

It can still be a nice day with a few clouds

and every now and then the clouds reveal the sun

the whole area will illuminate 

the flowers will perch up

the trees will create shade

and you'll feel the warmth on your skin.

The clouds will move over the sun of course

but because there is hope

instead of believing the sun will never come again

every living thing trusts that it'll be back.

Sure, you may feel a little chill from the wind

and everything is a little darker, scarier

one single thing might lead you into being alone

like a hole in the ground

or many things will tire you

like a worn out boat at sea

but these things too

have the hope and the worth

to see that sun lit view again.

Whatever, whoever, that might be

trust in the fact that it'll be there.